(Dedicated to ANYONE who has EVER 'changed' a baby!)
It started as a tiny 'whiff'
Then its crescendo built
Until adults were glancing 'round
To see some hint of guilt.
And then someone remembered
The baby in his crib,
He was clad in just a diaper
And his blue embroidered bib.
The brave ones went to check on him,
To see what they might find;
Discovered that a huge brown stain
Replaced his soft behind.
He awoke, was washed and powdered,
Thus relieved of ALL his pain
Snuggled deeply in his blanket...
Very soon he slept again.
In his dream, he saw the diaper
Pretty heavy (smelly, too!)
And he wondered, "Without 'big folks'
What would we poor babies do?"
So he burrowed even deeper
In his restful, warm abode;
He had thrived on their attention
And he'd dropped an awesome load!
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With four children, the youngest only 8 months old, I am glad to imagine the appreciation of a little one who has been relieved of his dirty diaper trial and tribuluation!
